I’ve been horribly sick for the past 7-8 days with some weird fucking virus that’s been going around. My appetite is fine, not much of a fever, but monster headaches, muscle cramps and no git up and go whatsoever. Oh yeah, sore throat, swollen lymph nodes and some serious drainage down my throat with a lot of hacking up weird colored shit.
I got hammered with it Saturday and Sunday, felt decent on Monday and Tuesday – like I was pulling out of it, and got worse during the week.
Now Miss Lisa’s got it. And she’s pissed because she wouldn’t kiss me all week so she wouldn’t get sick, but I kept sneaking up behind her and licking her or sticking my tongue in her ear. Fucking woman’s got no sense of humor at all, man.
And then Friday night, her sister kicked off her week-long birthday party and I had to stop off after work to socialize and pick up Miss Lisa and bring her home. I bet I infected a good 40 people, shaking hands with and hugging on everybody I came across. Some of the folks I caught twice just to make sure. Fuck ’em. That’s what they get for inviting me to a goddamned party.
So yeah, I’m still sick and now I get to spend the next few days at home taking care of Lisa. She takes care of me, I take care of her. That’s how it works around here, and if I forget she’s quick to remind me.
That means cooking (or going after food), running errands and answering the goddamned telephone. Myself, I’m perfectly content to either turn it completely off or at least let the machine pick it up, but she’s one of those folks that just can’t do that and she won’t let me either.
So yeah, that’s been my week.